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 Costa Rica 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.