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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.