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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.