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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.