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 Poland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.