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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.