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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the funk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.