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 Belize and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.