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 Ivory Coast 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Brick,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
The Litter,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.