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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.