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 Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Scion,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.