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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.