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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.