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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless to the grime 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.