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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.