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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.