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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.