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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Fall,
Scientists,
June Days,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.