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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.