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 Cuba and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.