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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
The Doors,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.