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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 One Last Wish to the dance 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.