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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.