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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.