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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.