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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.