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 Togo and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 The Last Poets to the rock 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Japan,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.