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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.