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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.