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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 to the grime 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.