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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.