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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.