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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.