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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the crunk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.