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 Portugal 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.