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 Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 punk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.