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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
X-101,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.