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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.