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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Can,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
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.