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 India and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.