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 China and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.