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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Drexciya to the rap 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.