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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Babytalk to the rock 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
X-102,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
10cc,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Q65,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.