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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.