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 Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.