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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
The Wake,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.