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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Davy DMX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.