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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mars to the jazz 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.