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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Fluxion to the jazz 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.