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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.