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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 The Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.