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 Israel and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.