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 Guyana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Technova to the dance 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig 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?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.