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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Model 500,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
X-102,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.