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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.