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 Paraguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 EPMD to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Lyres,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.