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 India and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 The Angels of Light 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
The Cure,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.