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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the funk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.