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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.