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 Slovenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
X-102,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.