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 Brunei and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Move to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.