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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the rap 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
AZ,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.