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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.