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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.