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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.