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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.