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 Malta and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 The Sonics to the disco 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.