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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Litter,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.