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 St Lucia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.