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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.