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 Greece and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.