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 Jordan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 The Cramps to the rap 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.