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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.