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 Canada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Popol Vuh to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Urselle,
10cc,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.