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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.