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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
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 mellotron 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.