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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.