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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.