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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the funk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
the Slits,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.