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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.