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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.