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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Index,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.