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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.