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 Antigua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.