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 Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Ponytail to the funk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
X-101,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.