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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 48th St. Collective to the punk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 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?
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.