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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.