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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.