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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Glenn Branca to the disco 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.