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 Benin and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
DNA,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.