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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.