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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.