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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.