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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.