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 Greece and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.