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 Fiji 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.