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 Austria 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Chris Corsano 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.