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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gong to the grime 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.