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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.