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 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Albert Ayler to the funk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
DNA,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.