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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.