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 Congo and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.