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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.