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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Q65 to the rap 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.