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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Golliwogs to the techno 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.