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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Television,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.