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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.