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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
AZ,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.