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 Poland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.