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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.