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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Main Source to the jazz 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.