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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.