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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.