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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the crunk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Japan,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
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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.