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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
X-101,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.