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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 The Sound to the jazz 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.