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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.