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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brick to the jazz 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.