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 Dominica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Slave,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.