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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Sonics 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.