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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Gong,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.