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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.