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 Italy and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Index,
The Evens,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.