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 Colombia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.