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 India 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.