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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.