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 Venezuela and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.