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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.