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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.