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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.