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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Prince Buster to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.