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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.