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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Nas to the rock 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.