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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the grime 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Quantec,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.