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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.