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 Oman and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camberwell Now to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.