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 Moldova and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.