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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
CMW,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.