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 Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.