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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Crooked Eye to the rap 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.