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 Malta and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Whodini to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Crime,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.