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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.