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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.