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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.