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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
This Heat,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.