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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
PIL,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.