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 Armenia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Symarip,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.