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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
The Index,
Magma,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.