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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.