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 Colombia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 theremin 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Crime,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.