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 Moldova and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.