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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.