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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.