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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.