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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.