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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Second Layer to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.