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 Singapore 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.