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 Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
Gang Green,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.