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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Altered Images to the jazz 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Brick,
The Remains,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.