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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Todd Terry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.