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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.