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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.