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 Croatia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.