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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Japan,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.