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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.