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 Nauru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.