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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Five Americans to the crunk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.