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 Honduras and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Tommy Roe to the techno 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.