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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Quadrant to the funk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.