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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Rekid,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.