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 Congo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Nico,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.