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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Warsaw 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.