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 Tonga and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.