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 Mexico 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Ice-T to the crunk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
AZ,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
World's Most,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.