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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo 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?
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.