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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.