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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Crime,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.