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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Adolescents,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.