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 Madagascar 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.