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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.