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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.