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 Iran and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the crunk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
UT,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.