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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
AZ,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.