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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The New Christs to the jazz 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
UT,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.