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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Junior Murvin 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.