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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.