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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.