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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Invisible to the funk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.