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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.