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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
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 808 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Mars,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.