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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.