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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.