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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.