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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.