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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.