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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
DJ Style,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.