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 Korea South and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Kayak to the dance 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.