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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.