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 Mali and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Fatback Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.