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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Mr. Review to the crunk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.