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 Slovakia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Red Krayola to the funk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.