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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 oboe 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.