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 Mali and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.