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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.