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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.