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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the jazz 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.