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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.