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 Romania and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Remains,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.