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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.