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 Congo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.