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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Darondo to the jazz 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.