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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Unwound to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.