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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
AZ,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.