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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.