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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.