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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.