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 East Timor 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Ituana,
X-101,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.