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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.