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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Brass Construction to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.