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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.