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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.