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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.