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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 harpsichord 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.