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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
June of 44,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.