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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Radio Birdman to the funk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
UT,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.