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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.