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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.