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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.