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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.