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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 John Cale to the dance 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.