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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.