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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 In Retrospect to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.