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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
10cc,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.