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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 rhodes 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 Japan 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.