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 Albania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Outsiders to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.