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 Moldova and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
CMW,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.