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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.