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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.