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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.