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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.