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 India and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.