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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.