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 Sweden 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.