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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.