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 Gambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 The Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.