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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Calgary and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.