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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 H. Thieme to the rock 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.