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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
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 Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.