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 Liberia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.