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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.