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 Singapore and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.