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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ken Boothe 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.