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 Micronesia and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Monks,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.