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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Faust,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.