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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the dance 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.