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 Liberia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Circle Jerks 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.