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 Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Camouflage 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
Jandek,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.