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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.