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 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.