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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.