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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 This Heat to the grunge 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.