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 Belize and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.