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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.