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 United States and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Quantec to the crunk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.