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 Syria and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.