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 Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Jeff Mills 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.