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 Burkina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.