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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the funk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.