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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Arab on Radar to the rock 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.