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 Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 CMW to the rock 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.