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 Nepal and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.