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 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.