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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.