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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Quando Quango 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.