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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.