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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
June Days,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Pole,
Ituana,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.