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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fatback Band to the techno 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.