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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neu! to the techno 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.