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 Nepal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Eric Copeland to the disco 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.