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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.