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 Barbados and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 The Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Nas,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.