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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.