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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.