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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.