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 Angola 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Technova,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.