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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton 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?
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
The Residents,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
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.