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 Paraguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.