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 Mongolia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Scion,
Aswad,
Ten City,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
Monks,
Q65,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.