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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.