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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.