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 Benin 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.