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 Syria 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 The Sonics to the crunk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.