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 Ghana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.