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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 The Golliwogs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Swans,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.