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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.