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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Pierre Henry to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.