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 India and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Gong,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Crime,
Sparks,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.