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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.