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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Nas,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.