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 El Salvador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.