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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythm & Sound 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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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.