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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
cv313,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.