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 India and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the funk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.