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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.