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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.