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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.