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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 The Litter to the jazz 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.