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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.