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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
ABC,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.