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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.