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 Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.