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 Canada 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.