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 Yemen 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.