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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monochrome Set to the jazz 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Moebius,
ABC,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.