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 Albania and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.