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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.