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 China and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.