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 Nepal 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.