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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
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 harpsichord 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.