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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the funk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.