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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.