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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mummies to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.