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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.