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 Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.