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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.