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 Ghana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Deakin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.