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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.