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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.