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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the disco 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.