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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
X-102,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.