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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Holt to the grime 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.