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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.