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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.