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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis 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?
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.