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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.