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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.