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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.