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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.