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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Negative Approach to the jazz 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.