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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yellowson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
CMW,
UT,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
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The Remains,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Magma,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.