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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Skarface to the funk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.