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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 The Busters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.