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 Finland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Skarface to the funk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.