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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.