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 Austria and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.