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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.