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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.