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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Slave to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Little Man,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.