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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the dance 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.