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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.