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 Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.