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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.