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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
ABC,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.