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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.