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 France and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Crime,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.