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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 The American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Fear,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.