Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.