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 Poland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the rap 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
Jawbox,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.