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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.