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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.