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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.