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 United States and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.