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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Cameo 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.