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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Chris & Cosey to the funk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Index,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.