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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.