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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
The Remains,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.