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 Lyon.
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 Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Can,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.