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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
X-101,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.