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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.