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 Somalia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.