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 Botswana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Japan,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.