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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.