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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide 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 Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.