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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Can,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
DNA,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.