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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.