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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.