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 Austria and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Simply Red to the techno 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.