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 Singapore and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.