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 Iraq and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.