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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.