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 Italy and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Can,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.