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 Maldives and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the rap 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.