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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 The Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
UT,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.