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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.