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 Lebanon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Skriet,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.