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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.