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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.