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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.