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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Marmalade to the rap 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.