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 United States 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.