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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.