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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.