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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gang Starr to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.