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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.