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 Vanuatu 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Can,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.