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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yazoo to the dance 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Inner City,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.