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 Iran and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.