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 Thailand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Move to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
CMW,
The Cure,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.