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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma 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?
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
Television,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.