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 Niger and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mr. Review to the rap 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.