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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rod Modell to the dance 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
The Residents,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.