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 China and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.