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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ra. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
CMW,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.