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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 PIL to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.