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 Vietnam and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.