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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Terry 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.