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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.