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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Slick Rick to the punk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.