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 China and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.