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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABC to the rap 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Television,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.