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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
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.