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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the rock 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
MDC,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Little Man,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.