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 United Kingdom 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.