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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
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 snare 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.