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 Latvia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.