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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dark Day to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.