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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Wings,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.