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 United States 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.