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 France and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee 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?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.