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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth to the techno 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Faust,
June Days,
Amazonics,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.