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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
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 sitar 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 Darondo 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
UT,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.