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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.