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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.