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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Wings,
Pole,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.