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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Rakim,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.