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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the dance 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.