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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Scientists,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.