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 Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bobby Womack to the techno 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.