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 Laos and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
The Index,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.