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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.