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 India and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald to the crunk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.