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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
MC5,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Radiohead,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.