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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.