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 Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Darondo,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.