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 Nepal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Index,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.