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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Index,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.