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 Malawi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.