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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Cymande 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Can,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.