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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Technova,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.