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 Honduras and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
Nico,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.