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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.