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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.