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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Subhumans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.