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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.