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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Magma,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.