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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.