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 Korea North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.