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 Spain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.