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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.