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 Comoros and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.