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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.