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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.