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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.