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 Maldives and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.