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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.