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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.