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 Bhutan 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.