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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.