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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.