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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection to the funk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
The Names,
The Standells,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.