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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Roy Ayers to the dance 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.