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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sonny Sharrock 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.