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 Turkey and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.