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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.