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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the grime 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.