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 Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Skaos,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
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.