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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.