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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.