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 Korea South and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.