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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 Woodstock and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.