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 Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.