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 Mexico and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.