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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zeros to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.