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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Wings,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.