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 Nepal and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.