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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Stereo Dub to the rap 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.