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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.