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 Kenya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.