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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
DNA,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.