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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.