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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.