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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Magma,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.