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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Q65,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.