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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
ABC,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.