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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Animal Collective to the rock 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.