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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 the Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.