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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.