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 Syria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.