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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Neu!,
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.