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 Comoros and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
This Heat,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.