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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.