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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Cal Tjader to the rock 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.