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 Vanuatu 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.