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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.