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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.