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 Congo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Techniques to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.