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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.