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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.