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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Selecter to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.