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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.