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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Henry Cow to the dance 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.