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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.