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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 May. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.