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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Scratch Acid to the disco 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.