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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.