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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 L. Decosne to the grime 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.