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 Denmark and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Lindisfarne to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.