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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
JFA,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.