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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.