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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Television,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.