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 Kenya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.