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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.